Timmy suddenly gets a shiver up his spine. Something isn't right about this. His flight instinct kicks in. He pockets the tube and begins heading out o the factory. The whole situation is just weird. It's not till he's nearly a block away that he starts calming down. "It had to be some leftover from some frat initiation", he thinks out loud. It's really the only thing that makes sense. Putting a drop of blood in a machine, drink the potion, and get fantastic powers, it has to be a joke. The potion is probably something harmless, or at the very least booze. Timmy makes it back his dorm room. His roommate is gone, out partying no doubt. Timmy sighs, he wishes he wasn't so shy and was out having fun. This is college, it was supposed to be his chance at a fresh start. He thought he would be able to get over the awkwardness of high school. He was going to do crazy stuff. Timmy discovered that a change in location doesn't change who you are. He's always played it safe. Timmy feels the tube still in his pocket and pulls it out. Going into that factory was something crazy. Timmy stares at the tube. The safe thing to do would just to throw it away. "Always do the safe thing", Timmy says angrily to himself. Timmy pops the top of the tube and says, "Fuck it!" He then gulps it down. It doesn't taste bad and he can't detect any alcohol. Not that he even knows what alcohol tastes like. Timmy feels tingly, but passes that off as him finally doing something crazy. He looks at the empty tube feeling a little sad that it wasn't something more risky. He tosses the tube into the trash can.
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